should abandon my work with high-energy particles for laundry and childbearing? she's in. gentlemen. sheldon. sheldon. (laughs evilly) sheldon. i'm just gonna sit down. so, is that your team? actually, i don't need a team. i could easily defeat you single-handedly, but the rules require four. so, may i introduce the third-floor janitor, the lady from the lunch room and my spanish is not good-- either her son or her butcher. and what about your team? what rat have you recruited to the s.s. sinking ship? leslie: hello, sheldon. leslie winkle. yeah, leslie winkle. the answer to the question "who made sheldon cooper cry like a little girl?" yes, well, i'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive. so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you. oh, ouch. okay, if everyone could please take your seats. here's your t-shirt. pms? it's a couple days early... no. it stands for "perpetual motion squad." oh, right, of course. what was i thinking? good afternoon, everyone and welcome to this year'